Page 11 of Savage Outlaw

With her neck arched, smiling at someone across the table as he debated what to bet, Butcher skimmed his eyes over her lips glossed with metallic blue color to match the not-too-long nails tapping on the tabletop. Silver rings adorned her fingers, silver hoops in rows of three and four decorated her ears. She had a silver stud in one side of her nose and an arm of tattoos. The white tank top showcased her slim, rangy figure, small but full breasts and her legs encased in tight denim. He couldn’t see her footwear, but he’d bet the house that it was boots.

She loved boots of all kinds.

When she tipped her head back with glee as she won the pot in the middle, the ponytail swished. He knew how those strands of hair felt in his hands. Soft like silk.

Fucking hell.

What was Roux doing at one of their tables?

But he knew what she was doing.

She was a card shark. She would be a career gambler if she could. She was damn good at it too.

No wonder Marcel’s tables were short today if Roux was here. She’d bleed the den dry before the day was out if allowed to.

“So, you want me to kick this bitch out, or what?” Murmured Marcel. The dick for brains broke the spell as Butcher whirled around, pinning the guy with the sheer force of his dark stare. “You touch her, and I’ll break every fucking bone in your body, really fucking slowly, then I’ll reset them so I can break them again, you got it?”

Beside him, Reaper chuckled. “I think he means no, Marcel. Go get the money ready, we’ll deal with this.”

Giving Butcher a wide berth, the gambling manager backed away. Aware of what a threat from aSoulscould bring to him. Not just the loss of his bodily functions but he’d lose this job too.

Butcher switched his gaze back in time to watch Roux rising from the chair. The pulse of heat shot through him like a twister intent on destruction. It ranged through his body until all that was left was a lungful of air. And a massiveneed. Making his fingers ache to grab her ponytail so he could bend her neck back and force a kiss out of that fucking lush mouth.

Instantly his eyes went down to her hands.

No diamond ring to indicate she was taken.

Was Arson wrong? Did his drunken brain hear wrong?

Suddenly all he could think about was finding out the answer.

He had to know more than he needed to breathe.

A shift in the air.

A pulse of awareness meant her eyes lifted in that second and she saw him braced in the doorway.

She paused and inhaled hard enough he watched her tits rising through the thin shirt.

There it is.That feeling of rightness he always got when he put eyes on Roux.

It’s as though a thunderclap of static energy went through the room.

He felt it over the surface of his skin and if her slack lipped gasp was an indication, then she felt it too.

Eyes the color of violets, they widened when she realized Butcher was right there. Her feet kept her rooted in the same way he was stuck in place. A cyclone of lust blowing in the space separating them.

Drawn as always to the woman who had an invisible fist around his heart.

They didn’t have a bitter relationship. She shouldn’t be feeling anything for him if she’s engaged to someone else. But there’s a flash of anguish in her features that almost buckled his knees and forced him to go to her.

Her violet eyes in those few seconds relayed every short memory they had between them. His muscles were extra tight under his skin, watching her gazing back at him, he’s locked in a place of his own making.

Wanting.

Aching.

Hitting him in places he wished were hollowed out and empty of feelings. Because that would mean this one woman—the only woman who existed for him, wouldn’t have such a fucking claw hold on him.

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